Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.